God Breaks the Heart Again and Again Until It Stays Open by Sandra Cisneros

God Breaks the Heart Again and Again Until It Stays Open

               after a quote from Sufi Inayat Khan

But what if my heart is a 7-Eleven after its third daytime robbery in a week?

What if my heart is a piñata trashed to tissue and peppermint shrapnel? 

What if my heart is a peeled mango bearing an emerald housefly? 

What if my heart is an air conditioner weeping a rosary of rusty tears? 

What if my heart is Sebastião Salgado’s sinkhole swallowing another child? 

What if my heart is Death Valley in wide-view Cinemascope? 

What if my heart is a chupacabrón chanting, Build the wall? 

What if my heart is the creepy uncle’s yawning zipper? 

What if my heart is a Pentecostal babbling a river of tongues? 

What if my heart is the cross-eyed Jesus bought at the Poteet flea market? 

What if my heart is El Paso, Texas, in bed with the corpse of Ciudad Juárez?

What if my heart is unhinged from the weight of its lice-ridden wings? 

What then for an encore, oh my soul, when you have blessed me a hundredfold?